Ghes looked forward out of the viewport as the [i]Pride of Mandalore[/i] dropped out of hyperspace, several smaller vessels immediately breaking course in its wake. Even here at Dathomir there were skittish with the prospect of pirates, and why wouldn’t they be? No security net was infallible especially when the pirates had the upper hand. One of the few reasons Mandalore was largely left alone as once the pirates got to the surface everyone was capable of fighting back, and pretty well too. He smirked at the thought of the last pirate raid, the first battle where the ship had seen combat. Safe to say, they hadn’t attacked since. Though he had plans to ensure that it would definitely never happen again. 

Mandalore was rapidly becoming a dominant power in the Galaxy, with some of those with ships flocking to their cause but they weren’t yet strong enough. He chuckled slightly, if they got powerful enough he’d make sure the New Republic or Galactic Alliance whatever it was calling itself now adays couldn’t splinter once more and tear the galaxy into chaos. A comm channel was immediately opened with his vessel once it entered scanner range of the main DFT facilities, he nodded to let the communication through. “This is-””I don’t care who this is. This is Ghes Karr the Manda’lor. I will speak to Tiberius now.””I can’t jus-””I will speak to him. [i]Now.[/i]”